I have not slept the same since, again
without you
within the fold
of the cradle
of my arms,
in my arms.
now, those paintings
are long ago
haunting my attic
covered with a cloth
but still I know
I have not slept the same since, again
without you
within the fold
of the cradle
of my arms,
in my arms.
now, those paintings
are long ago
haunting my attic
covered with a cloth
but still I know
Shades of My Garden 